I tell you never to write to me and never come back to see me; I tell you that I believe in heaven, and I believe I will meet you again, and your mother, just not in this life.
You can get a job, a job where you get cash, a job your boss doesn't care about, start your new life, and never come back. Find the right person to get you a document, like a driver's license, and you wait.
You will see people coming home, but you can never go home. Maybe, of course it's dangerous, but maybe after two years you can write to Nata. Forget New York, you can't come back, you can't make phone calls, you can't write letters.
Maybe years later, that's years since I've been dead, and you'll gather your family, tell them the truth, tell them who you are and where you came from. You tell them everything and ask them if they know how lucky they are now.
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